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-Halbarad to Aragorn, 'The Passing of the Grey Company' Book V, Return of the King."A little people, but of great worth are the Shire-folk. Little do they know of our long labour for the safekeeping of their borders, and yet I grudge it not"

It took me forever. When you said Beowulf was closer. I took a look at that name. I remembered that I read somewhere that Beorn, from the Hobbit, was closed related to Beowulf in meaning - Something like Bee wolf and Bee.

I started to look though his bibliograph and noted The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth. I found it online at Beorhtnoth.

As I read it, I came across some of my favorite tales, Sir Gawain, Beowulf and the Battle of Maldon.

Hey, thanks for making me dig, I was reunited with some of the classics because of that.

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But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.

[ March 09, 2002: Message edited by: Eowyn of Ithilien ]

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But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song.

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But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song.

In unknown days my fathers' sires
Came, and from son to son took root
Among the orchards and the river-meads
And the long grasses of the fragrant plain:
Many a summer saw they kindle yellow fires
Of flaglilies among the bowing reeds,
And many a sea of blossom turn to golden fruit
In walled gardens of the great champain.
There daffodils among the ordered trees
Did nod in spring, and men laughed deep and long
Singing as they laboured happy lays
And lighting even with a drinking-song

Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together?
The wind's in the free-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.

Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!
The wanderer sleepeth. Now soft be his pillow!
Lullaby! Lullaby! Alder and Willow!

Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, Ash, and Thorn!
Hushed be all water, till dawn is at hand

Yeah, this one is very easy. I resisted answering for a day to let the newbies have a chance to play. But...

It was Pippin singing one of Bilbo's favourite bath-songs at the house in Crickhollow. Funny how fears of Black Riders disappear when you're splashing in the tub. "Rubber Ducky, you're the one..." [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[ March 22, 2002: Message edited by: Lostgaeriel ]

__________________Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

Hi again alaklondewen! While I'm waiting for you to answer mine, I'll answer yours! That's Legolas singing the "song of the maiden Nimrodel, who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived long ago. ... It is long and sad, for it tells how sorrow came upon Lothlórien, Lórien of the Blossom, when the Dwarves awakened evil in the mountains."

__________________Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

And O! the row of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

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"This miserable drizzling afternoon I have been reading up old military lecture-notes again:- and getting bored with them after an hour and a half. I have done some touches to my nonsense fairy language - to its improvement."

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"This miserable drizzling afternoon I have been reading up old military lecture-notes again:- and getting bored with them after an hour and a half. I have done some touches to my nonsense fairy language - to its improvement."